Clothed, roofed and sheltered, hemmed in by grey walls
she's checked thrice daily to make sure she's there –
as if there were another place to go.
But other places have all been destroyed,
burnt, sacked and all her next of kin is dead
and so sad safety's all she has acquired –
cold comfort. As she dully stares ahead
emotions seldom brighten up those eyes
that only shine when some stray song line strikes
notes well-remembered, and she'll shyly start
to hum along and softly soothe herself
with all that's left her, treasured in her heart.
Please Rate This Submission:
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5

- Recent
Comments - Add a
Comment - Send
Feedback Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).
There are no recent comments (4 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (4)